I think I'll tell my grandchildren in 30 years about how it was such a mixed bag.
I've loved how slow life has become. Everyone home, settling into a natural routine, all meals together. I'm naturally introverted and feel relief at lack of guilt in not organising social activities for the DC. No sports practice, dance, early Saturday morning music lessons. No sitting in the car waiting around. A completely free calendar. It's so relaxing.
But also I'm completely terrified DH or I will get this virus badly. Or that when DH's work contract is up in a few months it won't be renewed. That at any moment life could come crashing down. Last night I was watching mass graves being dug in New York city for the multitude of unclaimed bodies. It's horrific. And yet today my DC and I will make Easter cakes.
I also have a lot of anxiety over the food shopping situation. Fear of not being able to get enough food for DC which is made worse by a childhood of tightly controlled food access. I have anxiety when food is restricted and all I can dream about now is how when this is over I'm going to have a utility room with a big pantry added to my house and I will keep it stocked full of food. I won't waste food, I'll rotate it and it buy things that will be used before they go off. But I won't ever let us have empty shelves.
I'm worried that even after a vaccine life won't ever be normal again. How many near misses have we had only recently: Ebola, SARS, mers, now Corona. There will be more in my life time.
So I'll remember what a strange time it's been, the best and the worst.